No Irritable Grizzly: The Story of Emmet and Rosalie Cullen
Just a little one-shot about Emmet's transformation to a vampire and the beginning of his love for Rosalie. Rosalie's POV. Enjoy!!
1. Chapter 1
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My senses picked up blood. Human blood. I pushed off my urge to kill and started looking around. I heard a small cry for help. A human was in trouble. I fought my thirst. I had to keep my record clean.
Then I saw him lying there, barely alive. Mauled by a bear, judging from the smell. The blood was everywhere. It was haunting. The boy was about my age, and had brilliant dimples when he smiled at me weakly.
My breath caught in my throat. No. I wasn't going to think about that now. That stupid time when I thought was perfect. Except for what I got. Nothing. I was beaten up and turned into a monster. I was beautiful, yet unhappy. My "boyfriend" Edward showed little interest in me at all. I was desperate for someone to love.
I bent down next to the boy. "I'm going to save you," I said, " You're going to be all right." He groaned, and I picked him up gently in my strong arms. I ran with a burst of speed, more desperate than I had been before. I wanted him to stay alive.
It was over one hundred miles to Carlisle's house, but I ran as I fast as I could the entire way. He needed to be saved. With each step, I felt lighter and lighter, until I was practically flying. With a sharp jolt, I came to a stop. I was there.
"Carlisle! Edward! Help!" I called as I burst through the door. Carlisle was at my side immediately.
"Oh," he murmured, and took the poor boy in his hands. He gently laid him down on the table. "Can you talk? What is your name?" Carlisle asked.
The boy coughed, blood bubbling out of his mouth. I grimaced and ceased breathing, for his sake. "Emmet McCarty," he choked. So Emmet was his name. Cute.
"Rose, there's nothing we can do for him except, you know," Carlisle told me, eyes not leaving the boy.
"Shit," I muttered. I didn't want this life for him. And Edward was always saying we were eternally damned to hell-if we died.
"Do you want him to stay alive?" He asked me. I nodded sadly. I did want him alive. But I hated myself for forcing this life on him.
"Angels, angles," I heard Emmet whisper. I jumped. Without a word, Carlisle carried him to his room and laid him on the couch.
"Leave Rosalie. I don't want you to see this," he said to me curtly. I obediantly left the room, closing the door behind me.
I impatiently paced outside the door, listening to the agonizing sound of Emmet's shrill screams. It was torture. An entire day had passed and he still screamed. Carlisle never left the room. Edward never came to see me. I was dead bored, and was wearing a small patch in the carpet with my shoes.
The door burst open, and the screaming stopped.
"You may go in," Carlisle said, his face unreadable.
I smiled nervously and cautiously walked through the door. Emmet was lying on the bed, his bloody clothes sticking to his paleing skin. His eyes were dark red, and he was breathing hard.
"Um, Emmet?" I asked softly. He slowly turned around to face me.
"My angel," he whispered, looking at me lovingly.
"Huh?" I said, confused.
"You two saved me. My angels," he murmured. Head buzzing, I sat down next to him, stroking his brown hair. He was trembling slightly, but he was definately transformed. He was one of us. Another Cullen.
I couldn't help but wonder if he knew what he was. And if not, I didn't want to be the one to tell him.
"What did Carlisle say to you?" I asked him, attempting to be casual.
"He told me what I am. A vampire," he said solemnly, eyes boring into mine.
"And you're okay with that?" I asked, shocked. How could he be this calm?
"Yes. If my angels are vampires, it must not be that bad. It must be okay," Emmet said lightly. I shook my head in wonder. A silence passed.
"I'm Rosalie Hale," I said abruptly. "And you are now officially Emmet Cullen."
"Cool," he said.
"No. It's horrible." I said, voice strained. He knew nothing of this torturous life. The hell I endured every day, of seemingly endless thirst, the constant desire for blood. The strain of even seeing a human. He would soon know of its torture.
Emmet shrugged, and continued staring at me. I could already see his eyes darkening.
"You need to hunt," I said.
"Yeah. Carlisle said he would take me." He got up off the bed and strolled out the door, in a good mood.
The whole time he was gone, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I couldn't get him out of my head. It was as if I had....no. I was definately not in love. Well, maybe a little.
Emmet suddenly burst through the door, his eyes a beautiful liquid topaz. He was still happy. He smiled at me shyly.
"Rosalie. There's something I wanted to do. You know, since you saved my life and all that," he said.
"Sure, whatever you want," I replied, curious. Then Emmet leaned forward and kissed me full on the mouth. He pressed against my lips with a tenderness that made me want to cry. I pressed my lips urgently against his, wanting this moment.
He pulled away gently, caressing my face. "Thank you," he said, "Now this is just for fun." And he came in for another kiss. I met him halfway, leaning in eagerly.
Then Edward walked in. We broke apart guiltily. "Having fun?" Edward asked, a smile playing on his lips.
"Yeah. Tons," Emmet said, grinning. I laughed.
I turned back to Emmet, memorizing his face. Living the rest of my existence with him wouldn't be half bad.